- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- Riddikulus
- Characters:
- Harry Potter Rubeus Hagrid Hermione Granger Ron Weasley
- Genres:
- Humor Romance
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone
- Stats:
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Published: 08/04/2004Updated: 08/04/2004Words: 1,177Chapters: 1Hits: 466
The Good Ship Sets Sail
Gryffindor Trev
- Story Summary:
- We all know that Ron and Hermione have a thing for one another. (Oh, don't deny it. You know it's true!) How and where did it all start, though. This lil one-shot, a "missing scene" from PS/SS, provides that answer. WARNING: If you are diabetic, you may want to take an extra dose of insulin, owing to the unbearably, fluffy sweetness you are about to read.
- Chapter Summary:
- We all know that Ron and Hermione have a thing for one another. (Oh, don't deny it. You know it's true!) How and where did it all start, though. This lil one-shot, a "missing scene" from PS/SS provides that answer. WARNING: If you are diabetic, you may want to take an extra dose of insulin, owing to the unbearably, fluffy sweetness you are about to read.
- Posted:
- 08/04/2004
- Hits:
- 466
The Good Ship Sets Sail
"I...can't...take it...anymore!" Harry thought desperately as he, Ron, and Hermione crossed the Hogwarts grounds on their way to Herbology. It was just a few days past Halloween; a few days since Ron and he had saved Hermione from the mountain troll and she had returned the favor by saving the two of them from McGonagall's wrath. In that same time, Harry's mind had been pleasantly occupied by his new favorite thing...Quidditch. Admittedly, Harry and Ron had both been a bit lax about homework (owing to their excited conversations about the popular wizarding sport) which, of course, had given Hermione all the reason she needed to continually barrage the pair with dire warnings about the consequences of falling behind in their studies. It was this ceaseless lecture that Harry found he could no longer tolerate.
"Honestly, I don't know how you two plan to ever achieve anything if you can't even manage to complete an essay on time," Hermione hissed at them as the trio trudged along to the greenhouses. "Professor Snape is not the type of teacher to be trifled with and not handing in your essay on time could prove to be most unfortunate for the both of you, not to mention the points you'll lose for Gryffindor."
Harry and Ron were keeping a few paces ahead of Hermione in hopes of escaping at least the brunt of her current tirade. They cast quick, hopeless glances at one another, each silently imploring the other to do something about the situation.
"Make the bad witch stop!" Ron whispered, checking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't heard.
"I've already tried. Nothing I've done seems to have fazed her," Harry mumbled in reply. "Do you know any spells? Can't you put a magic lock on her mouth or something?"
Ron snorted. "I wish. I'd probably be expelled, though. I don't think I'd ever want to unlock it. She'd die of starvation and it would be on my head."
"Well, you've got to think of something! I'm all out of ideas," Harry pleaded. When he looked over to see if his friend had gotten any brilliant spots of inspiration, he was mildly encouraged to see Ron's brow knitted in apparent concentration. "What is it?" Harry asked as Hermione droned on behind them.
"Magic...no, that's crazy...never work," Ron mumbled. He stared at the ground for a moment longer before sighing and looking at Harry with a strange quality in his eyes. "We're desperate, right?" he asked
"Very desperate," Harry replied immediately
"Desperate times call for desperate measure, right?"
"Yes! Yes! What are you going to do?"
Ron chanced another look over his shoulder and seeing that Hermione had apparently not even paused for breath, he sighed again, seeming t prepare himself for something and handed his book bag to Harry. "Hold this...and wish me luck."
"And another thing," Hermione continued, undeterred by Ron and Harry's lack of response. "I saw the two of you messing around in our last Transfiguration Class. I only hope that Professor McGonagall is more tolerant of your childish behavior than--"
Hermione's words were cut short as she saw Ron stalking purposefully toward her. He positioned himself directly in front of her, stopping her diatribe and her forward momentum. Then, just as Hermione inhaled to begin another verbal lashing, Ron did something that none of them expected. He grabbed Hermione firmly by the shoulders, pulled her close, and kissed her...square on the lips.
Hermione's eyes flew wide open in shock. She dropped her books as her arms flailed beside her, powerless to stop what was happening. A small, muffled squeak escaped her as she stared at Ron's closed eyes with utter incredulity.
"Now," Ron said triumphantly, detaching from Hermione with a gentle push. "Will you please just shut up for five minutes?"
Poor bloke...never saw it coming.
Hermione continued to gaze at Ron, her brown eyes nearly dripping with unfiltered disbelief. Then, in a momentary explosion of recollection, those same eyes narrowed to dangerous slits and she reached out and slapped him across the face, the report echoing across the grounds like the crack of an apparating house-elf. She opened her mouth several times to speak but, finding that she could not, gathered herself up and strode away, not even bothering to kick Harry who was, by this time, rolling on the ground, clutching his stomach and laughing wildly.
"That...was...brilliant!" Harry gasped as he recovered. "Where did you come up with that idea?"
"Magic lock on her mouth," Ron mumbled, rubbing his cheek gingerly. "Just...sort of came to me."
"Well," Harry giggled. "That certainly was magic! How, erm, how was it, by the way?"
"How was what?" Ron growled, catching the innuendo.
"How was...the kiss?" Harry asked, still unable to control his giggling fit.
"It was foul! It was disgusting! I won't be at all surprised to wake up tomorrow morning and find that my mouth is covered in boils or something! I shall probably have to be taken to St. Mungo's where I will spend three weeks hovering near death all because of that bossy little know-it-all! Besides, the point was to silence her, which, I might add, I managed to do rather well."
"Oh," Harry replied, still smirking. "So...no tongue then?"
Ron roared as Harry scampered, fast as he could the rest of the way to class. Ron stayed a pixie's breath behind him the whole way, shouting death threats and trying unsuccessfully to dislodge Harry's famous head from the rest of his body with his book bag.
As they had Friday afternoons off, Harry suggested they go visit Hagrid after their last class. Hermione begged off, saying that she had something to do in the library. Harry didn't believe this for a moment. She and Ron had not spoken to each other since the "incident" before Herbology. Instead, the two nervously avoided contact with each other as though they believed they might be put under the control of some horrible snogging spell if one so much as looked at the other. Harry decided not to push his luck, however, and allowed Hermione her rather pathetic excuse. Ron followed him toward Hagrid's hut buried in the daze he'd been in since earlier in the day.
Hagrid greeted them jovially and invited them in for tea. It only took a second for him to figure out that something was amiss. "Are you all right Ron? Summat botherin' you?" Ron's mumbled reply never really made it out of his mouth. Hagrid looked quizzically to Harry, who stifled a giggle and shrugged his shoulders. Hagrid peered at Ron again, seeming to know what was troubling the boy.
"The, um, trees are looking quite nice today, aren't they Ron?" Hagrid asked, smiling.
"What's that?" Ron replied absently. "Oh, yes...trees. Very lovely. I believe in trees."
Harry and Hagrid exchanged silent, mirthful glances and drank their tea as Ron stared absently at nothing in particular.
And thus it was the Good Ship set sail, bound for rocky seas, stormy skies and wondrous adventures.
Author notes: ok, ok, I know it was like drinking raw maple syrup. But I just couldn't resist! Hope you enjoyed it.